Free Fulfilling Her Fantasy by Tabitha Black Page B

didn't think of it as love or concern
when he'd busted her ass for drinking and driving. He'd loved her, and wanted a
future with her, but she'd flown the coop after that. He'd been kicking himself
ever since. Well, no, not really ever since. He'd seen her over the years, and wouldn't
have taken her back even if she begged—and she had. It was too late; he'd
already fallen in love with Brianny by then.
    But
he did regret hurting Hayley; scaring her, using his size and strength against
her. The regret he felt added to his guilt—damn it, he must be a sick
person. He'd enjoyed spanking her—her squirming over his lap, his hand
falling on her plump bottom, seeing his pink handprint there on her milky white
ass.
    He'd
felt like a sicko. Who enjoyed hurting someone like that? Now, all these years
later, and a world of people like himself opened up. He forced a dark image
from his mind. It wasn't the same as the kink there at the Castle. There was
kink… and then there was demented. He was just demented.
    But
how had he never known that so many normal people were kinky; everyday people… doctors,
chefs, music teachers, for fuck's sake? Even that lady he'd seen today on a
spanking bench in the dungeon—if he'd seen her anywhere else, he would
have offered to carry her groceries and help her cross the street. She had to
be a grandmother, and she'd come here to be spanked, begged for it even.
    He
wasn't a pussy for respecting women. And he wasn't a freak either for wanting
to have a woman over his lap, begging him to stop. Contrary to all his concerns,
his brother-in-law had pegged him right away, and took him under his wing.
    "You
had no idea what kind of resort The Castle was, did you?" Jackson asked
with an easy smile. "You have a deer in the headlights kind of look. Let
me show you around. You can ask me anything you like, then I'm pretty sure
Marshall is going to want to meet you, too."
    A
smaller man might have been intimidated by Jackson's size, but Kian wasn't a
lightweight either. Kian had been a grappler, a wrestling champion throughout
high school.
    The
catcalls and bidding going on around him brought him back to the present. The
show must go on, and he couldn't leave Bri waiting all night. Kian took his
time, making his way through the crowd to the door of the cubicle Brianny had
disappeared into. Here, lights were on, and he could clearly see the red that
infused his fiancée's cheeks. She wouldn't meet his eyes.
    Jasmine
danced away with her buyer when he tugged at the leash connected to her collar.
Their excitement fairly floated in the air, like the sound of the tinkling
bells adorning the princess's heels.
    "Master
Brady." Smiling, a leather-clad Master with the name Parker on his chest
beckoned him over to a table set up not far from the cubicles. "How would
you like to pay for your slave today? Will you be using the method on file for
your stay?"
    "Yes,
that is perfect. I heard you have leashes?" He hoped Bri, or Blossom, as
she'd chosen to be called here—she definitely wasn't the Bri he knew—could
hear him. He'd purposely stood in the opening of the section Bri was in,
wanting her to worry.
    "Of
course, sir. We also have a small souvenir for the participants. Master Sam was
passing them out at the door. I see you don't have yours. I can give one to
you." The man held out the requested leash, and a small black velvet pouch.
"I have her information sheet for your perusal as well. Please take a look
at it before you leave with her."
    "Thank
you." Kian tucked the paperwork and gift bag under his arm, then took the
short black leather leash and held it like a belt folded over itself. Trying it
out, he smacked his opposite hand with it. As he looked back toward the cubicle
his girl was in, Kian moved the slapping motion to his thigh.
    "Would
you like to inspect your purchase before you leave?" Master Grimsley had a
very formal, serious stance and demeanor. That was why the amusement presenting
itself as a